A few months ago, my husband had commented that we should go vegetarian for a month. And being the supportive, understanding wife that I am, I buckled over in laughter and rolled on the floor until my sides ached.
Or at least that was the end of that. When I had wiped my laughter tears and had calmed down enough to actually breathe, I realized that he was serious. So I gave him the honest answer of, “There is no way that I have enough recipes on hand for us to go vegetarian for a month.”
Well, unless starvation was also on the list. In which case I was pretty sure that we could be quite successful.
Eating less meat is a good goal to have, however, so I have decided to bring back Meatless Mondays. If I can stay faithful to cooking a meatless dish once a week for a year, at the end of the year I will have more than enough recipes to attempt a meatless month.
It’s kind of like a Meatless Challenge that I’m slowly working my way up to.
Well, last night was my first Meatless Monday in awhile, and since my ingredient options were limited this time, I served pasta with spaghetti sauce.
Spaghetti is a staple in my home and definitely a cheater’s way to begin a Meatless Monday… And you would think that such a staple would have gone over well. But I suppose the only problem is that my hubby couldn’t focus on anything but the ‘Less’ that came after ‘Meat’.
Meatless Monday. Apparently, it’s a meat-and-potato-guy’s nightmare.
Nate asked, “Where’s the meat?” and then scrounged in the freezer until he found some frozen chicken nuggets that probably had a year’s worth of freezer burn on them. But he cooked those up, ate them with the pasta, and declared it a wonderful meal.
I, on the other hand, think that this Meatless Monday plan is going to take some work. Maybe I should change the name to Veggie-full Monday? Maybe that will be easier to handle?
Have you ever tried to be a vegetarian? Do you serve meatless meals in order to cut back on meat?
(Yes, I shall be blogging about the successes… and about the flops of my vegetarian cooking attempts. Hang on… It’s going to be a bumpy ride).